The icy sensation spread throughout her fingertips. Claire shrank in fright after seeing Ivy's sharp gaze. Claire was smart. "Resign?" Ivy laughed lightly. "I'm kidding. I've been in Russell Group for many years, but I still feel like you're the most capable in the design department. You don't have to undervalue yourself." Claire was slightly worried when she heard Ivy flatter her. "But there's been rumors in the company that Josie and Mr. Russell have a complicated relationship. If I'm so bold…" "Ms. Wilcher!" Ivy's face darkened, and she shouted, "I'm by Mr. Russell's side. Don't bring up such complete nonsense. It will ruin Mr. Russell's reputation." Claire immediately agreed. "Please tell me what to do, Ms. Miller." Ivy looked away. A luxury car was parked at the entrance of the office. "Ms. Wilcher, is that for you? I often see you in that car these days." Claire looked over and nervously sized up Ivy's expression. "Yes. It's my boyfriend." Ivy was smiling from the start until the end. "Dating is good. Russell Group will support our employees dating as long as it isn't an office romance." Claire trembled when she heard it. She didn't dare to answer. "Why don't you introduce me to him? Can you do that?" Claire took a deep breath, and her hands were covered in sweat. "I… don't think it's very convenient." The man in the car was waiting for Claire, and he lowered the window impatiently. When he saw Ivy, he quickly looked away and raised the car window. Claire was utterly panicked. She could see him clearly, let alone Ivy. Claire cried out, "Ms. Miller!" Ivy looked like she had victory in hand. "It's Mr. Lynch, after all. From what I know, his monthly salary is less than five figures. He must have a great family background to afford such an expensive car." When Ivy looked at Claire, Claire was sweating profusely. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. But Ms. Wilcher, you can't keep your position if Josie's design is approved. I'm looking out for you. Do you understand?" Claire felt stifled. "I… I know what to do." Ivy was pleased. She was even more satisfied when she saw Claire walk away weakly. She took a sip of coffee. The bitter taste dispersed in her mouth, and she furrowed her brows. Many years had passed, but she still couldn't drink Americano as Dexter did. Ivy had forgotten a document in the office and had hurriedly returned to take it yesterday night. That was when she saw the wench, Josie, hanging around Dexter. Although the latter looked impatient, he still patiently told her about Landon and Arnold. Ivy had never been treated like that! And their actions were intimate… Although Josie made the first move, Russell didn't push her away. The hatred in Josie's heart increased when she thought of that scene. She wanted to destroy Josie viciously! After one week. Josie worked at the office until dawn daily for the Sylmark project. She kept discarding designs and starting from scratch because she was unsatisfied. It wasn't easy for her to come up with a proposal she was satisfied with, but it was almost the day of the meeting when she did. Claire put one hand on Josie's workstation. "Take the blame and resign if you can't come up with anything. Don't be too hard on yourself." Josie's hands left the keyboard. She leaned back to confront Ivy. "If I remember correctly, the two of us are a team. Will you also take the blame and resign like me if I can't come up with anything, Ms. Wilcher?" Claire glared at Josie. "I won't be in such a state if I were the main designer in the first place." "It's a shame you aren't." "You!" "May I offer a bit of advice, Ms. Miller? Instead of criticizing me, think of ways to help me in the meeting. It's such an important project. Many significant leaders will be there."